Saturday, July 13, 2019

Peace of Wild Things

Seeing the muralists making art this morning, plus thinking about the magic of reflections, plus too many weeks away from art, called me like a siren song ... irresistible ... and led to "The Peace of Wild Things," obviously inspired by the incredible Wendell Berry poem.

Wendell's thoughts so reflect our current worries and fears, and, perhaps, he finds the only solution available to us.  Bill Moyers offers us these beautiful words in the voice of the poet ...

In these unsure times, take to heart the words of poet, writer, activist and farmer Wendell Berry:

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 With the peace of wild things ... at least for a moment ... we can be free.

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